A Bewildering Underground MC, Somewhat Decoded

Comments (0) By Makkada B. Selah Tuesday, Feb 13 2007

Parsing the nonpareil, nonsensical flow of Los Angeles MC Busdriver (né Regan Farquhar) can be challenging, but it’s certainly not impossible. Here’s a rough rubric for a few tracks on his prodigious, word-spangling fourth LP:

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"Pompous Posies! Your Party’s No Fun"
Style: Way-Off-Broadway showtune waltz.
Topic: Sucky showbiz politics. Premise: "This year I thought I’d do away with celebrity-endorsed barbarism rather than entertain sore feelings at board meetings with these corporate mooches."

"Sun Showers"
Style: Depeche Mode–y disco.
Topic: Desiccated romantic relationships.
Premise: "There’s a place for you and a place for me/Return to the bourgeoisie while I sift through debris."

"The Troglodyte Wins"
Style: Big-beat raggamuffin rudebwoy ragga.
Topic: Erroneous identity politics.
Premise: "The troglodyte wins because you voted in the defaulted Cro-Magnon man."

"Kill Your Employer (Recreational Paranoia Is the Sport of Now)"
Style: (Concrete) jungle drum’n’bass.
Topic: Contrived corporate culture.
Premise: "You stinky motherfucker... barbecuing sorted meat substitutes, arguing at your bleak study groups in your turtlenecks writing cross reference checks in the relief money fund."

"Secret Skin"
Style: Boom-bippy prog rock.
Topic: Facetious new ageism.
Premise: "This self-made mogul alpha male now seeks a Dalai Lama to become a cocoon due to my album sales."